Thursday, June 01, 2017

Triffids Amongst the Blackberries

I'm just back from my first sea swim of the season, and have just enough wits about me to share these few photos from the end of May (the 28th). They should tide us over until I can come up with something a bit more interesting:

A cinnabar moth seen on a walk into Northrepps

From the Sidestrand/Northrepps border in Overstrand, Cromer Lighthouse in the distance, with Overstrand allotments looking like a small shanty town on the other side of the field.

At the allotment there's a foxglove amongst the comfrey (Symphytum officinale)

I'm going to need The Official Plant-Spotter of Castlette DeVice and its Extensive Witchdom for this one: Help, Jon?

Aquilegia (being snuck up on by some pesky goosegrass (Galium aparine)

Great garden escapees? Lovely photos once again darling... the triffid is delightful tho I'm not sure I've ever seen the yellow clustered spikes before. Perhaps they are an indigenous species and one that was left out of the whole Tranportation kerfuffle...

Oh I like the walled garden. Was it laid out by Capability Brown?Actually I recently had a walk into the country myself. It was terrible - a cow stared at me over a gate and I swear the famous five cycled past me. I rushed back into the city to the safety of muggers, homeless people and armed police!

A countryside walk? You?! It must have been an horrendous experience for you. Did the FF throw lashings and lashings of ginger beer in your face as they whizzed past? They're a bugger for that if they spot an interloper.

Explicator

We are a witch. I say 'We are' because there are four of us in this one body. Although, technically, only two of us are proper witches: myself, Inexplicable DeVice, and my SubConscious. The other two are witches by proxy: The Host (who shall remain nameless due to the nature of his work) who supplies his body for interaction in the physical world, and his SubConscious - a stubborn and contrary piece of work if ever I shared a body with one. Together, we are a formidable foe with various collectable accessories (all sold separately. Contents and colour may vary. Not suitable for children under the age of 3. No, 5. Actually, make that 8. Oh sod it, 16. And that's my final offer). Now bugger off. I'm busy!